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~Chapter 2
At the other end of the junk yard, Misstoffelees could be seen leaping from one junk pile to another with the ferocity and power causing an explosion with each leap he took. Each lift off had scraps of garbage scattering in all directions around him, causing random object to rain down upon the unlucky bystanders below. The magician however was too preoccupied with his current thoughts to care, thought's of making a certain womanizing Maine Coon disappear.
"That Tugger is by far the most obnoxious, self inflated cat that I have ever met!" Snaps Misstoffelees as he explodes off of another pile with a bang!
"I've met kittens with more sense and maturity in a single claw then that tom has ever had in his entire life! And how dare he try and even think about smiting with Victoria when she has already mated to Plato! Does he seriously have fluff for brains?"
Misstoffelees makes a soft landing atop one of the few junk piles that he hasn't destroyed, sits down a top an old rusty paint can, and attempts to calm himself down.
With a deep, long sigh, he manages to reach a state of mind where he can think without blowing something up accidentally. He really didn't need another Jellyorum and the fish paste incident. He had to lick himself clean for a week after in order to get ride of the smell.
But no matter how relaxed ho got he still couldn't get what the Rum Tum Tugger said out of his head.
'I don't think I've ever seen you with another queen.'
He placed his head in his paws and took a deep breath, one of the deepest breaths he has ever taken. 'Probably the reason why you've never seen me with another queen is because I prefer toms you idiot.'
Misstoffelees has known for awhile now about his preferences; even before the Jellicle ball he had known this.
Before Plato came along Mistoffelees had actually tried to become smitten with Victoria. Both of them had tried actually, but neither could find that spark that we were both looking for. 'And I just couldn't find the appeal.'
After that he realized something. The way all the toms looked and talked about the kittens and queens. The way they moved, how slender and curvy they're bodies all were, how when they would bat their eyelashes in your general direction you were supposed to get week in the knee's and all that nonsense.
He had never felt that way about any queen. Yes they were beautiful, he could admit that much. But he was not physically drawn to them like he knew he should be. And for a time that frightened him.
As if he wasn't already different from the all the other cats with him being magical and all. Let's go ahead and add being a homosexual to the list as well. It was almost funny and somehow appropriate that he was a gay magician. Yep, this just seems to prove that all magicians really are gay.
He laughed at that. A bitter laugh, but it was still funny no matter how terrible he thought the situation was.
He turned his eyes to the sky, just now noticing that the sun was setting already. The black cat sat there staring for what seemed like the longest time as all the colors that the sky had to offer came into view. All those oranges, reds, purples and blues lit up the junk yard in such a warm glow that it just made him want to purr. And he did.
'Baste what a site.' It seemed almost to perfect of a site. But it felt wasted on him. "This is a sight that lovers should share, not some lonely gay magician such as me." This only seems to make him feel all the more isolated and alone.
He sighs one more time and then decides to gets up from his makeshift set. "I really need to stop being so pitiful and just get on with my life." Misstoffelees crotches down and prepares to jump. "I should probably go and visit Victoria. Baste knows that if I don't pay her a visit soon she'll bite my head of-"
BANG! Skichskich. MEOW!
Misstoffelees snaps his head back around searching for the noise. He spots some sort of scruff going on with six cats down below in between two really huge junk piles. It appears from Misstoffelees view that it was five against one. But who they were exactly he can't quite tell.
Mistoffelees jumps down from his current position to get a better look. He lands about ten feet away from the scruff were he instantly ducks down as he notices that the five surrounding the lone figure are Macavities Henchcats.
"What the hell is going on?" He whispers from his spot behind an old book shelf with a huge gaping hole in its back.
There was a soft scuffing noise and a couple of hisses exchanged fallowed by a low growl.
'Who are they ganging up on? Everyone knows not to go out into the junk yard alone.' An image of Tugger instantly popped into his head. 'Oh dear Baste he would.'
As a matter of fact, it was the Tugger's favorite past time and is, in his opinion, one of the easiest way to piss off Munkustrap. Yeah he can defiantly see Tugger getting into this type of situation.
But Tugger is way too clever to get caught this easily. Hell I wouldn't put it past Tugger to actually go out of his way to actually taunt and tease the Henchcats into fallowing him only to lose then in the twist and turns in this maze of junk. If not Tugger then who?
He debated whether or not he should look. If he looks then he's gonna' wind up getting involved. 'If I leave now maybe they won't notice me.'
More scuffling could be heard along with a loud and painful sounding "Yelp!" seconds later.
"Who ever came up with the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' is an asshole." He mutters, and then pecks his head over the edge of the gaping hole in the book shelf.
He was momentarily blinded by the still setting sun but after a few moments of letting his eyes adjust to the bright light he was capable of seeing again. And with what he saw, only one word seemed sufficient enough to describe what he saw.
"Whoa."
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